The Man Who Fell Asleep

According to some bloke on Newsnight Review the other week, our caffeine-infused lifestyles are causing us all to go mad with lack of sleep.  As someone who is

1/ as addicted to caffeine as everyone else

and

2/ the parent of a three-year old boy who wakes up every night at eleven o'clock, and then again at three in the morning, at which point he climbs into our double bed and doses fitfully until 6:30AM sharp

I can only concur with this learned gentleman's observation.  When you factor in my longstanding custom of dropping off by mistake while putting Frankie to bed, and consequently staying up staring at this here computer screen until silly damn oclock of a weekday morning, you have a surefire recipe for the very insomnia-produced delirium that the Newsnight fellow was on about.  And so- it is with no little pleasure that I relate to you the joyful news that last night- for the first time in maybe four years- I went to bed at a sensible time, slept soundly for eight (eight!) hours, then got up in time for work.

This singular turn of events has come about as a result of me having the house to myself for a few days.  Charlotte and Frankie are away down south on a family visit, leaving me in full charge of the Levenshulme operation.  I have vague notions of spending this time productively- starting work on that novel, perhaps, or maybe just tackling the bulging pile of mail, some of it dating from before Christmas, that is clogging up 'my' section of the intray.  The reality, of course, is set to be somewhat different.  For a start I have somehow managed to fill up my work diary with pesky evening residents' meetings, meaning that tonight is the only one I'm actually spending home alone.  And then, of course there is my well-documented outright laziness to consider. 

No- I think the novel (and the bulging pile of mail, and the List of Things In Our House That Don't Really Work So Let's Sto Pretending That They Do) can wait for another couple of days, at least.  I've spent from nine to six all day at work writing letters, printing out Powerpoint Presentations, and stuffing them in envelopes, so I think tonight's productive activity will be limited to writing this post (and I always feel very virtuous indeed when I've managed to bang a post out), making myself a spaghetti bolognese, then falling soundly asleep for nine (nine!) uninterrupted hours.  Good night everyone, sleep tight...

Comments

[Nexus John]

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[Nexus John]

Sorry about the previous post but I couldn't break the code so tested it on jibberish. What I really wanted to say was congratulations on getting 9 hours or was it 8 hours sleep?